The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-06-14
"AND THIS is FATE"
New Orleans Times. Democrat.

About fifty miles east OF San Anto-
MO is the little town OF San Marcot.
The low-lying hills hug it close on
the north, the south wind. with "the
odor OF the brine" yet ON her breath,
fans It's face, and, so watched and ten
ded. it lies like lazy child asleep be-
side the crystal waters OF it's river
its river that q poet once described as
A Princess reused from slumber by tho
kiss> W ~
OF balmy southern skies, who springs
From her rocky bed, and hastens on,
Fardown the vale, to give her royal ha nd
In marriage to the waiting Guadalupe.
A half-mile below the head OF the
stream. where the "royal" skirts have
brushed past an old mill and set the
wheels a whirling, road leads up
ward into the town.
Down this road one afternoon in the
early Spring came man and wom-
an.
In the air was that vague, delicious
thrill that marks the birth-time OF the
year, and over the earth the sunshine
lay warm and bright like golden sea.
The girl, slim and strait as a young
magnolia tree, was walking rapidly,
the killings OF her blue flannel dress
flying out from either side with every
step, as il in ecstasy OF motion.
The man kept pace with her, but
with slower movement, there being
less OF vitality in his slight, well-built
figure, but m ore of nervous force.
AS they reached the river and start
ed up the slope toward the mill the
girl stopped suddenly.
20, forgot my dream. 1 must 60
back home"
She turned her eyes full on him as
she spoke, with halifrightened gaze.
They were OF that indescribable
shade called violet or pansy, but which
is really blue, burned dark by south
ern suns, and the effect of their purple
light against the clear olive OF her skin
was startling at times, and gave pc
culiar fascination to the small, some
what irregular face.
Your dream! What dream?" he
asked.
why" very earnestly, "don't you
know the legend OF the San Marcos
River? Well, old people say il you
dream OF that Indian maiden who
drowned herself here, and see the wa.
ter dark and disturbed where she
plunged in, you will meet trouble be-
foro the day Is over, and last night
dreamed OF her three times"
He looked at her with an irritating
smile, and then answered, teasingly:
"Why, Miss Lucia, are you really so
childish, and doyou fancy that il you
stay locked IN your room you will
outwit destiny?" Here he laughed
outright. "Why, the fates arelikelov
they laugh at bolts and bars. Blu.
come on; I'll see that the grim sisters
don't dip you in the river, anyway. 1
don't know whether / can avert all the
rest OF their malicious designs or not,
but I'll promise to do my best"
you may make fun OF me il you
want to, but if / am superstitious !
can't help 1t. Am responsible tor an
Irish grandfather and an old Creole
nurse?"
Her voice trembled, and she turned
her flushed face away.
He came nearer-all the levity gone
out OF his manner.
81 did nor mean to wound you,
Miss Lucia. You con be lust ne You
want, II If you will only say you for
give my foolish iesting and-won't go
home"
"Well," otter pause and with a
charming smile, will forgive you be-
cause yor are q man, and they are all
more or less inhuman, you know; and
don't believe / will 60 home either"
looking dreamily around 1.-THE
evening is too fine to waste"
"Thank you'll And honestly, don't
care how much you abuse my sex-so
you are kind to me-" he added men,
tally, give the little ear turned to-
ward him such a passionate look that |
II dumb things could interpret the
birds, and the running water would |
have guessed his carefully guarded
secret.
Lucia Grey, watching the changing
shadows on the hills, was unconscious
OF this gaze.
After climbing the slope they follow
ed the river, close to the edge, past the
"Lovers Nook" natural sofa in the
sheltered side OF high cliff. which
received its name in print
tive days, as it was now given over to